Nights Into Dreams: New Ascension Of Evil
By: Me-Rite-Much
Chapter 2: The Discovery
Authors Notes: Well, like I mentioned in the bio, The first chapter seemed to big to fit in one chapter by itself, and also, the first and second half seemed very different from each other anyway, so I might as well split em' up. Ok, well I really don't have much else to say so heres the story, o wait, the third chapter might take a while, but I promise it will be uploaded by end of christmas. actually, it might be a bit longer, but ill see what I can do.
5 Years Later:
The doors of the Snow Bliss Tavern slammed open as two shadowy figures appeared at the entrance. The fierce snowstorm outside caused some commotion as the two figures entered the tavern and let the door close behind them. They were both coved by long, black cloaks that came with a matching hood. There was still some snow debris on them, which one of the figures quickly wiped off, but the other left on. Some of the people in the tavern took a quick glance at them, then turned away and went back to their respective conversations. The tavern was of medium size, it was well lit by a lantern on each of the 6 tables, the left of the tavern was lined up with 3 rows of seats and tables, one behind the other. To the far right corner, there was the bartenders table. It wasn't that big, but enough stools to seat at least 8 people, taking into account the size of the tavern. The bartender himself was a very grizzled, rough looking sagely man who appears as though he has seen many difficult things over his years. Even though some nightopians never age, some seem to lose the magic they once held as dream people over time that they seem to be more as if they were not in the dream world. Another reason could be that since Reala was able to combine to the nightmaren shard with the Megaideya, many characteristics of the real world were starting to mend with the dream realm. The defeat of Nights had been a big blow to all nightopians.
After the event, the mountain which held the Megaideya had crumbled to a much smaller size, it still was of considerable height, however, and would still be a challenge for anyone to reach the summit. The tavern was almost full, which probably meant that this was where everyone went after a hard day of work. There was much to do after all, since Blizzard Fields was after all, a small town of hard workers. They all did a lot, many chopped the nearby trees to make homes, or firewood, and others tended to home matters, and the rest worked the local businesses, like this tavern. The merging of the Megaideya and Nightmaren shard had sure changed a lot of things, it was if this world had actually become a real world all in itself, now people could die, suffer, and feel other terrible emotions which were the backlash that the humans reality had on them as well. Now the two figures walked slowly towards a stool on the bartender table, and took two seats. Quietly, they both took off their hoods. The first one who took off their hood now revealed a pretty young woman's face, her jester cap was fine pink, and she also removed the cap as well, then placing it in her pack, which she then put on the floor.
Even with a few years of fierce battle against the nightmarens, her face hadn't really suffered over the time she had fought. Many of her nice features remained. Such as her deep, green eyes, her light complexion, and her light brown hair. However, the case was quite different for her accomplice. Now the second figure removed its hood. The light revealed a rough, battle-hardened man, with a slash scar on his left cheek. Many would be ashamed to have such a terrible mark from battle like that on them, but to this warrior it was a sign of bravery, strength, and proof that he could stand his own. His cap was a dark, deep blue with a black lining across the parts where the eyes met the cap.
"Well, here we are," he said to the female nightopian. "ok Nocturna, I guess all we have to do now is find Nights." "Don't think it will be that easy Calypso" Nocturna replied. "After everything that has happened we don't even know if he is still alive. All we know is that one of the scouts reported seeing him around here. For all we know the person could've been drunk at that time, maybe just wasting our time by coming here. All I know is that the only reason I'm here is because I owe Nights my life, the truth is, he should be left alone, he spent so much time fighting the nightmarens by himself, he went through so much suffering to help us, and even though he was defeated by Reala, he did more for us then anyone ever could do. If he is still alive, I hope we never find him, it would probably be terrible news for him, to ask for his help after all he has gone through. But we need support very badly, our forces are starting to lose ground around this area, and having Nights fight for good again would help a lot." She gently said. "But still, having to make him suffer through this again, even I wouldn't want to face this any more then I have to."
"Well, it's not like we're forcing him to help us," Calypso responded. "The fact of the matter is that we need to find Nights and convince him to help us fight these nightmaren bastards. I don't like it anymore than you, or anyone else. But we can't let them destroy us, and if they are ever able to reach the other world, where the dreamers live, nothing will ever be able to stop them." With that, Nocturna got the bartenders attention and called him over. "Excuse me sir," she said. "We are with the nightopian resistance, and we need some information." "Well," the bartender replied, "I'll do my best to help you out, there is a good chance I have the info you need, many a strange folk pass by here, after a drink or two they start singing like canaries about stuff no-one even asked them about. I once recall a time where one nightopian got VERY drunk and started saying strange and crazy things, he brought up all this craziness about something called a Sonic, and he said it was a blue hedgehog that was extremely fast, but first of all, what the hell is a hedgehog?" the Bartender bluntly asked. "Wow, that sure is crazy," Calypso responded. "Well, we aren't here to discuss about these hedge things, we just need to find someone." "Oh," the bartender calmly said as he was finished washing a mug. "Well then, ask away." "Well, you do know about Nights, how he helped us all during the times of darkness the nightmarens put us through. Well, ever since he was defeated you do know about how we started banding together to fight off these terrible things." Calypso inquired. "Well yes," The bartender responded, "everyone knows about that, Nights was a very brave warrior, fought for the innocent, he was very good. But I still don't know what you are trying to do here." "And of course, you do know that ever since he was defeated by Reala he basically vanished." Calypso started.
"You see, we are starting to lose ground around these areas, and we want to know if you have seen any strange goings on, a few days ago, a scout reported seeing Nights around here. But he was quite drunk when he gave the report so if you don't have any info we won't bother you any." "No," The bartender interrupted. "Your scout was right, Nights has been with us folks at Blizzard Fields for quite a while, when I heard you were from nightopian resistance, I already knew you came here to find him. Poor bloke tries to isolate himself as much as he can, he thinks it's his fault all the troubles are happening right now." The bartender confessed. "He doesn't live in the town exactly; he lives in a small cabin off near the ridge of the valley. Keeps to himself mostly, just comes here to get supplies, once in a while he does drop by, he gets a small mug for himself and sits quietly in the far right table over there." The bartender pointed towards the rightmost table in the row. "He doesn't try to make trouble, just wants to spend his time alone, probably thinking about what he could've done when he was fighting Reala." "No one bothers him and he just leaves us alone as well. I guess he just wants to forget all the troubles that have happened." "I don't know about this," Nocturna turned to Calypso. "He already seems to be suffering with his own troubles; maybe we should just go and say we didn't find him." "Nocturna, you know we don't have any other choice, we need to find him, at least to bring him up to date on what is happening." "I already told you why, and like I said, I know its hard, but we really need his help. Imagine what would happen if the nightmarens completely took over again. It would be nothing but agony and suffering for everyone, not just Nights." They both ordered a mug and started talking about other issues for a while, the tavern door opened again, and another heavily cloaked figure entered.
Nocturna and Calypso didn't pay much attention to it; the cloaked figure kept its hood on, and simply sat on a stool on the other side of where Nocturna and Calypso were seated. "The usual please," the hooded figure said to the bartender. The bartender handed it over to the figure. "thanks " The cloaked figure said as it sipped from the mug and sat slouched on the stool.
A small while passed, not much else happening, Nocturna and Calypso were close to finishing their drinks and paying the check to leave when they heard a small ruckus coming from the corner. "Hey," a very drunk Nightopian started to call out at the cloaked figure. "Everyone, look *hic* it's that loner that lives at the edge of the valley, HA, what is wrong with you huh? You some kind of Nightmaren spy that comes *hic* here just to see how this town is going so that you can call your bastard allies to come *hic* destroy us?!?!" By this time, Calypso and Nocturna were intently watching, looking at the cloaked figure and seeing how it would respond. Surprisingly, the figure didn't respond at all, just kept sipping the mug and seemed to not even notice someone was talking to it. "Calypso," Nocturna whispered, "That person mentioned the valley, maybe its, do you think that cloaked person could be." "I don't know," Calypso responded, "there might be other people living around there too, we just need to keep listening."
"Hey," The drunkard started again, getting angrier by the second. "Why don't you say anything huh?! I guess you want me to beat it out of you." Suddenly, the drunkard broke his mug against the table and rushed at the cloaked figure. Just as he was about to hit the figure over the head with the broken mug, the figure stuck out its hand, and blocked the attack, then, it took its open hand, and struck hard at the drunken nightopians stomach, effectively knocking him down. At the first sight of seeing their drunken ally knocked down, the nightopians four friends quickly stood up, all three of them looked rough. The one on the right looked especially strong. A large scar on his face gave off the suspicion that he might be familiar with bar fights. His jester cap was actually quite long and reached halfway down his back. The black and gray stripes went vertically down his cap. His clothing was a very, dark, blood red, and his sleeves had little inscriptions on them, too small to read, but it was obvious something was written. The one in the middle had a dark gray jester cap, no design or stripes, simply a very dark shade of gray. He had no scars unlike his friend, but he looked vicious as well. The final one, the one on the left, had a jester cap with only one lowering, unlike his friends caps, which had the regular, two lowerings.
"Hey punk," the one to the left said, "you wunna mess with him then u gotta take us out too." The figure simply sat back down and went back to its mug. The rest of the drunkards friends were about to start walking towards the figure when Nocturna and Calypso got up. Apparently deciding that this was enough. "ok," Calypso said holding out one hand in front of them, with a deadly stare in his eyes. "you are going to leave this person alone now, because you don't want what happened to your tipsy friend happen to you right?" "Well," the one on the right said, "if your little friend comes to this bar or anywhere near this town you better know it will be his last time." Slowly, the three nightopians turned and started walking towards the tavern door, taking their beaten friend as well, Nocturna and Calypso had both taken their seats again. Nocturna now looked at the cloaked nightopian. You couldn't tell anything because of the hood and cloak covering it. Nocturna couldn't even tell if it was a male of female. Now she remembered what the drunkard had said: Hey, aren't you that loner that lives off in the edge of the valley. "Calypso," Nocturna said, turning to her accomplice. "do you think we should talk with that person, you know, ask it about Ni." But before Nocturna could finish the sentence, the drunkards three friends quickly rushed back in and attacked the cloaked figure.
"You bastard!!!" one of them yelled as he was rushing towards the cloaked figure. "You'll pay!!!" Just as the three of them were taking the swing at the figure, it turned and did the same attack it did to the drunkard on the one to the left. Now the figure moved to the left and dodged the other two punches headed its way, then quickly kicking the attacker closest to it with a kick to the shins. The gray jester cap attacked fell down and clutched his leg in agony as he rolled on the floor. Now the most vicious attacker, the one with the vertical striped jester cap, quickly went in for a good kick in the figures stomach while it wasn't paying attention, knocking the figure down. The kick had so much force behind it that when the figure fell down, its hood flew off, to the back of its cloak, where it was attached too. Nocturna and Calypso gasped as they saw who the figure was. It was Nights. Now standing up, Nights blocked a punch from his attacker, then took his attackers arm and flipped him over his shoulder, making the nightopian land on his back right through a table, occupied by two nightopians who quickly jumped out the way. It seemed that Nights hadn't realized his hood was off, until now. Quickly, he put his hood on and rushed out the door of the tavern.
"Nocturna!" Calypso yelled over the fuss people were making over what took place, "We gotta find him!" Now, both the nightopians rushed out the door of the tavern as well, into the frozen tundra, to find the hero known as Nights.
To be continued. (Thrilling, aint it)
Authors Notes: Well, like I mentioned in the bio, The first chapter seemed to big to fit in one chapter by itself, and also, the first and second half seemed very different from each other anyway, so I might as well split em' up. Ok, well I really don't have much else to say so heres the story, o wait, the third chapter might take a while, but I promise it will be uploaded by end of christmas. actually, it might be a bit longer, but ill see what I can do.
5 Years Later:
The doors of the Snow Bliss Tavern slammed open as two shadowy figures appeared at the entrance. The fierce snowstorm outside caused some commotion as the two figures entered the tavern and let the door close behind them. They were both coved by long, black cloaks that came with a matching hood. There was still some snow debris on them, which one of the figures quickly wiped off, but the other left on. Some of the people in the tavern took a quick glance at them, then turned away and went back to their respective conversations. The tavern was of medium size, it was well lit by a lantern on each of the 6 tables, the left of the tavern was lined up with 3 rows of seats and tables, one behind the other. To the far right corner, there was the bartenders table. It wasn't that big, but enough stools to seat at least 8 people, taking into account the size of the tavern. The bartender himself was a very grizzled, rough looking sagely man who appears as though he has seen many difficult things over his years. Even though some nightopians never age, some seem to lose the magic they once held as dream people over time that they seem to be more as if they were not in the dream world. Another reason could be that since Reala was able to combine to the nightmaren shard with the Megaideya, many characteristics of the real world were starting to mend with the dream realm. The defeat of Nights had been a big blow to all nightopians.
After the event, the mountain which held the Megaideya had crumbled to a much smaller size, it still was of considerable height, however, and would still be a challenge for anyone to reach the summit. The tavern was almost full, which probably meant that this was where everyone went after a hard day of work. There was much to do after all, since Blizzard Fields was after all, a small town of hard workers. They all did a lot, many chopped the nearby trees to make homes, or firewood, and others tended to home matters, and the rest worked the local businesses, like this tavern. The merging of the Megaideya and Nightmaren shard had sure changed a lot of things, it was if this world had actually become a real world all in itself, now people could die, suffer, and feel other terrible emotions which were the backlash that the humans reality had on them as well. Now the two figures walked slowly towards a stool on the bartender table, and took two seats. Quietly, they both took off their hoods. The first one who took off their hood now revealed a pretty young woman's face, her jester cap was fine pink, and she also removed the cap as well, then placing it in her pack, which she then put on the floor.
Even with a few years of fierce battle against the nightmarens, her face hadn't really suffered over the time she had fought. Many of her nice features remained. Such as her deep, green eyes, her light complexion, and her light brown hair. However, the case was quite different for her accomplice. Now the second figure removed its hood. The light revealed a rough, battle-hardened man, with a slash scar on his left cheek. Many would be ashamed to have such a terrible mark from battle like that on them, but to this warrior it was a sign of bravery, strength, and proof that he could stand his own. His cap was a dark, deep blue with a black lining across the parts where the eyes met the cap.
"Well, here we are," he said to the female nightopian. "ok Nocturna, I guess all we have to do now is find Nights." "Don't think it will be that easy Calypso" Nocturna replied. "After everything that has happened we don't even know if he is still alive. All we know is that one of the scouts reported seeing him around here. For all we know the person could've been drunk at that time, maybe just wasting our time by coming here. All I know is that the only reason I'm here is because I owe Nights my life, the truth is, he should be left alone, he spent so much time fighting the nightmarens by himself, he went through so much suffering to help us, and even though he was defeated by Reala, he did more for us then anyone ever could do. If he is still alive, I hope we never find him, it would probably be terrible news for him, to ask for his help after all he has gone through. But we need support very badly, our forces are starting to lose ground around this area, and having Nights fight for good again would help a lot." She gently said. "But still, having to make him suffer through this again, even I wouldn't want to face this any more then I have to."
"Well, it's not like we're forcing him to help us," Calypso responded. "The fact of the matter is that we need to find Nights and convince him to help us fight these nightmaren bastards. I don't like it anymore than you, or anyone else. But we can't let them destroy us, and if they are ever able to reach the other world, where the dreamers live, nothing will ever be able to stop them." With that, Nocturna got the bartenders attention and called him over. "Excuse me sir," she said. "We are with the nightopian resistance, and we need some information." "Well," the bartender replied, "I'll do my best to help you out, there is a good chance I have the info you need, many a strange folk pass by here, after a drink or two they start singing like canaries about stuff no-one even asked them about. I once recall a time where one nightopian got VERY drunk and started saying strange and crazy things, he brought up all this craziness about something called a Sonic, and he said it was a blue hedgehog that was extremely fast, but first of all, what the hell is a hedgehog?" the Bartender bluntly asked. "Wow, that sure is crazy," Calypso responded. "Well, we aren't here to discuss about these hedge things, we just need to find someone." "Oh," the bartender calmly said as he was finished washing a mug. "Well then, ask away." "Well, you do know about Nights, how he helped us all during the times of darkness the nightmarens put us through. Well, ever since he was defeated you do know about how we started banding together to fight off these terrible things." Calypso inquired. "Well yes," The bartender responded, "everyone knows about that, Nights was a very brave warrior, fought for the innocent, he was very good. But I still don't know what you are trying to do here." "And of course, you do know that ever since he was defeated by Reala he basically vanished." Calypso started.
"You see, we are starting to lose ground around these areas, and we want to know if you have seen any strange goings on, a few days ago, a scout reported seeing Nights around here. But he was quite drunk when he gave the report so if you don't have any info we won't bother you any." "No," The bartender interrupted. "Your scout was right, Nights has been with us folks at Blizzard Fields for quite a while, when I heard you were from nightopian resistance, I already knew you came here to find him. Poor bloke tries to isolate himself as much as he can, he thinks it's his fault all the troubles are happening right now." The bartender confessed. "He doesn't live in the town exactly; he lives in a small cabin off near the ridge of the valley. Keeps to himself mostly, just comes here to get supplies, once in a while he does drop by, he gets a small mug for himself and sits quietly in the far right table over there." The bartender pointed towards the rightmost table in the row. "He doesn't try to make trouble, just wants to spend his time alone, probably thinking about what he could've done when he was fighting Reala." "No one bothers him and he just leaves us alone as well. I guess he just wants to forget all the troubles that have happened." "I don't know about this," Nocturna turned to Calypso. "He already seems to be suffering with his own troubles; maybe we should just go and say we didn't find him." "Nocturna, you know we don't have any other choice, we need to find him, at least to bring him up to date on what is happening." "I already told you why, and like I said, I know its hard, but we really need his help. Imagine what would happen if the nightmarens completely took over again. It would be nothing but agony and suffering for everyone, not just Nights." They both ordered a mug and started talking about other issues for a while, the tavern door opened again, and another heavily cloaked figure entered.
Nocturna and Calypso didn't pay much attention to it; the cloaked figure kept its hood on, and simply sat on a stool on the other side of where Nocturna and Calypso were seated. "The usual please," the hooded figure said to the bartender. The bartender handed it over to the figure. "thanks " The cloaked figure said as it sipped from the mug and sat slouched on the stool.
A small while passed, not much else happening, Nocturna and Calypso were close to finishing their drinks and paying the check to leave when they heard a small ruckus coming from the corner. "Hey," a very drunk Nightopian started to call out at the cloaked figure. "Everyone, look *hic* it's that loner that lives at the edge of the valley, HA, what is wrong with you huh? You some kind of Nightmaren spy that comes *hic* here just to see how this town is going so that you can call your bastard allies to come *hic* destroy us?!?!" By this time, Calypso and Nocturna were intently watching, looking at the cloaked figure and seeing how it would respond. Surprisingly, the figure didn't respond at all, just kept sipping the mug and seemed to not even notice someone was talking to it. "Calypso," Nocturna whispered, "That person mentioned the valley, maybe its, do you think that cloaked person could be." "I don't know," Calypso responded, "there might be other people living around there too, we just need to keep listening."
"Hey," The drunkard started again, getting angrier by the second. "Why don't you say anything huh?! I guess you want me to beat it out of you." Suddenly, the drunkard broke his mug against the table and rushed at the cloaked figure. Just as he was about to hit the figure over the head with the broken mug, the figure stuck out its hand, and blocked the attack, then, it took its open hand, and struck hard at the drunken nightopians stomach, effectively knocking him down. At the first sight of seeing their drunken ally knocked down, the nightopians four friends quickly stood up, all three of them looked rough. The one on the right looked especially strong. A large scar on his face gave off the suspicion that he might be familiar with bar fights. His jester cap was actually quite long and reached halfway down his back. The black and gray stripes went vertically down his cap. His clothing was a very, dark, blood red, and his sleeves had little inscriptions on them, too small to read, but it was obvious something was written. The one in the middle had a dark gray jester cap, no design or stripes, simply a very dark shade of gray. He had no scars unlike his friend, but he looked vicious as well. The final one, the one on the left, had a jester cap with only one lowering, unlike his friends caps, which had the regular, two lowerings.
"Hey punk," the one to the left said, "you wunna mess with him then u gotta take us out too." The figure simply sat back down and went back to its mug. The rest of the drunkards friends were about to start walking towards the figure when Nocturna and Calypso got up. Apparently deciding that this was enough. "ok," Calypso said holding out one hand in front of them, with a deadly stare in his eyes. "you are going to leave this person alone now, because you don't want what happened to your tipsy friend happen to you right?" "Well," the one on the right said, "if your little friend comes to this bar or anywhere near this town you better know it will be his last time." Slowly, the three nightopians turned and started walking towards the tavern door, taking their beaten friend as well, Nocturna and Calypso had both taken their seats again. Nocturna now looked at the cloaked nightopian. You couldn't tell anything because of the hood and cloak covering it. Nocturna couldn't even tell if it was a male of female. Now she remembered what the drunkard had said: Hey, aren't you that loner that lives off in the edge of the valley. "Calypso," Nocturna said, turning to her accomplice. "do you think we should talk with that person, you know, ask it about Ni." But before Nocturna could finish the sentence, the drunkards three friends quickly rushed back in and attacked the cloaked figure.
"You bastard!!!" one of them yelled as he was rushing towards the cloaked figure. "You'll pay!!!" Just as the three of them were taking the swing at the figure, it turned and did the same attack it did to the drunkard on the one to the left. Now the figure moved to the left and dodged the other two punches headed its way, then quickly kicking the attacker closest to it with a kick to the shins. The gray jester cap attacked fell down and clutched his leg in agony as he rolled on the floor. Now the most vicious attacker, the one with the vertical striped jester cap, quickly went in for a good kick in the figures stomach while it wasn't paying attention, knocking the figure down. The kick had so much force behind it that when the figure fell down, its hood flew off, to the back of its cloak, where it was attached too. Nocturna and Calypso gasped as they saw who the figure was. It was Nights. Now standing up, Nights blocked a punch from his attacker, then took his attackers arm and flipped him over his shoulder, making the nightopian land on his back right through a table, occupied by two nightopians who quickly jumped out the way. It seemed that Nights hadn't realized his hood was off, until now. Quickly, he put his hood on and rushed out the door of the tavern.
"Nocturna!" Calypso yelled over the fuss people were making over what took place, "We gotta find him!" Now, both the nightopians rushed out the door of the tavern as well, into the frozen tundra, to find the hero known as Nights.
To be continued. (Thrilling, aint it)